My heart sinks. No no no no. This is not happening. This is NOT happening! Okay, calm down, Kas.

 

Meditate. Find him through our connection. You're a Goddess, damn it.

 

“Alright, if | have to be on lockdown, can it be in the meditation room, please?" | ask Lady Camille.

 

“Of course, Luna lokaste. Please be careful in your search. Sister Delilah, please accompany your Luna. Should she need anything, you are to assist in any way you can," Lady Camille says in a comforting manner.

 

“Thank you, Lady Camille,” | sigh with my hands over my heart.

 

Marco gently takes me by the elbow and leads me to the meditation room with James and Delilah right behind us. Marco and James have never really needed to protect me from a threat. It was shocking to see how their demeanor changed from being watchful to being protective.

 

There's no windows or other doors in the meditation room. It is dimly lit with mats and cushions placed on the floor. There is a hint of music playing in the background. One way in, one way out. The perfect location to be protected by my guards. They make sure no one else is in the room, James kisses Delilah deeply, then they step out, and close the door behind us.

 

"Okay, Delilah, I'm going to try to find my mate through our connection. Please pray to Goddess Hecate to keep me safe," I look into her deep blue eyes as we join hands.

 

"Okay. I'm right here if you need me, Luna lokaste," she looks at me with compassion and worry. | can't help but chuckle.

 

“Delilah, if you're coming to live with us, please, call me Kas or Luna Kas if you insist on using my title," | plead with her with as much of a smile as | can muster.

 

She smiles shyly and nods.

 

| sit on the soft mat on the floor, close my eyes, and let my spirit extend out into the universe.

 

Bronx's POV

 

| wake up in a dark, musty room. The air is stale, hot, and humid. My head is pounding. | try to shake out the feeling and look around me. The edges of my vision are a bit blurry but | can still see.

 

thing's first, | need to orient myself and assess my

 

shackles. My shoes are missing and my toes are barely touching the damp ground. My body weight is putting pressure on the silver shackles around my wrists, and let me tell you, that

 

there? You

 

is that guy?" Alright, so the rag to the face was full of wolfsbane. | don't taste any in my

 

to get outta here. Let me know when you are ready, cause when | get out, we're gonna

 

| know he will

 

get on my jet? |t had to be that substitute pilot. Doesn't matter

 

does matter is, where the Hell am I? | don't see anything distinctive to help identify where | could be. Great. Nothing smells familiar. Great. | don't hear any noises outside, so I'm somewhere remote. Great. There's one small window with bars. No way | could fit through it regardless. Great. The only way out is through the cell door, which is locked and appears to be made out of silver. Things are not looking up for

 

| wonder how weak the cement is? If | can get enough leverage from my bodyweight, maybe | can pull the eye hook out. It's the only plan | have. | lift my legs up toward my elbows and throw my

more time. The skin on my wrists is blistering

 

The smell of whiskey, wolfsbane, and rogue wolf hit my nose. Connors comes into view. His clothes

 

what the rogue caught himself," he slurs heavily, “| got

 

| swear he

 

snarls. His eyes are feral behind his intoxication.

 

concern, motherfucker,” | growl and spit at his face. | have to keep him talking. If he's talking, he's distracted. If he's

 

to say no. You will tell me," he snarls again. “And why would | do that?" | growl back at him. Anger is flowing through me. | yank my wrists forcefully against the shackles, ignoring the pain. | feel more movement coming from the

 

across his face. He unzips his pants and pees on my legs. Gross. | feel Saint starting to stir. He won't stand for this kind of

don't,” he laughs as he sways

 

the only one who

 

drunk eyes

 

hey there wolfie. What's your name?" | egg on his

 

| want my slave back," he takes a couple of

 

innocent girl and abused the shit out of her,” | snarl back. Neither Saint

 

a taste of what she experiences when she disobeys me," he roars and spins me so my back faces him. | feel movement above me as the eye hook wiggles looser. He rips my shirt off and steps back. The first lash makes my

 

| yell out. Holy.

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